A Stinky Smart One

I share a small refrigerator with a few other ladies at work. The lunchroom fridge is just too far away and inconvenient. This has worked wonderfully until it started to stink a few weeks ago. There was a frozen boxed meal that had been sitting in it for months. I suspected it was the culprit and kept thinking, when is Trudy going to eat that TV dinner. Yesterday she said to me, "I think the fridge is going out. The freezer has something in it that is beginning to smell." "It may be that the Chicken Parmesan meal," I said, "and was wondering when you were going to eat it." "Well I thought it was yours," she told me. "No, it isn't mine, is it Pam's?" We determined no one owned it. Well, I opened the door and brought out the meal, which leaked all the way down the hallway. Because it wasn't frozen, it was probably spoiled or bad by now. We tossed it in the outside trash can. Now our refrigerator doesn't smell at all. Thanks to a little communication between the interested parties. Our salads, sandwiches and sumptuous foods can rest in peace.

Dressed in White

I had the camera and was at the right place at the right time to see these lovely angels dressed in white after a visit to the shop with the same name learn about the temple. They were given the opportunity to select the dress they wanted to model and oh how beautiful they look.

The Mayor and Me

As a Meals on Wheels deliverer and coordinator of Volunteer Route 15, I was invited to take the mayor of Taylorsville, Larry Johnson, along for the ride. This gave him a chance to enjoy seeing how easy it is to connect with the great seniors of our communities. A few snapshots of these fragile folks, sure made their day. All it takes is a kind word, a pat on the back and knowing how important they are to all of us for their example and friendship. Yes, that how it's done.

Just a Jailbird

Is that Henry in striped PJ's or a jailbird at our house? Looks like he wants to go outdoors.

What a wonderful treat to have Mr. Blue Eyes come to visit. He may be looking at his own reflection.

Keep being the cutest little guy alive.

Parenthood and Precious Moments

6:18 am is when the text came to say Sarah and Jory were at the American Fork Hospital and had been admitted. Max was on his way, two weeks early but hey, that is okay. It was hard to wait all day, but occasional texts kept the family current on Sarah's progress.

6:18 p.m. will forever be his time to arrive into this new family of three. We headed over to meet the young man and his parents with excitement to finally have a grandson to carry on the Schmidt name.

Here's Sarah with her younger brother, Scottie, enjoying a tender moment with this wee one. Thank you Heavenly Father for these precious gifts.

The Ultimate Gold Standard

It was time to go for the gold in shoe comfort and selection. I tell shoe salesmen that I am not picky, but my feet are. It takes me forever to find a pair that fits my high instep. After years of struggling with plantar facetious and searching for the perfect shoe, it was time to try Ecco's. Not a cheap shoe but comfortable and long lasting, I am a believer. They have become my gold medal choice, receiving the 'best shoe' award. Thank you for finally feeling it was time to choose the best of the best. They are my 100% shoe of choice while all the others are gathering dust.

The Ticking Time Bomb

On January 12th, a few days after setting up a date for a hysterectomy, my ticking time bomb went off causing acute pain in my lower left abdomen. After spending all afternoon at the emergency room, I was told to move up my Feb. 20th surgery date. The ovarian cyst and fibroid tumor were not going to wait. I expected this problem to go away, so I could take a planned trip to Florida the end of January. Each day the pain, inability to eat and nausea continued as I realized, it was time to listen to my body and make arrangements to move up the operation. On the phone with the nurse, I was close to begging her to fit me into the doctor's soonest opening. What relief I felt when she called to say January 23rd was the day. That meant only four more days of pain.

As we were ushered through the 'No Admittance' Surgery doors, a purple gown, Bear paws socks, and such were supplied. I was greeted by the friendly staff that would participate in this adventure. All too soon they were wheeling me into the sterile room, where major things take place while we are under anesthesia. How happy it felt to know there would soon be an end to my nightmare. Awakening in the Recovery Room several hours later, I was taken to my room to begin the healing process. The doctor informed us that he was surprised to find a cantaloupe size ovarian cyst bright red in color. Fearful of potential cancer great caution was taken which resulted in a ten inch incision. It goes from Atlanta to Arizona, is an easy way to explain its length. Preliminary lab reports showed everything looked good. Stanford University would conduct more tests on the specimen.

I have trouble with some medications and this time was no different. Although the nurses were helpful, all too soon my inability to keep any food down forced me to stop the meds. I informed the doctor on my third day, no more. Gradually I was able to eat and have all attachments removed. Soon I was able to walk unfettered and felt much better. Four days can seem forever at a hospital, so tears came easily in the wheelchair when the nurse pushed me through the exit doors. As we headed home, how grateful I was to be on the road to recovery.